I'm revising this entire fic so as to get my head working again so I can actually finish it (insert appropriate smile here). Tell me what you think (I realised that the formatting and breaks between sections was... ummm... well it wasn't actually there so... *o*)

Enjoy Kasey

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PART TWO

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PART TWO

"Lie back on the bed." The Doctor instructed Ianto without turning away from the console that had grown out of the wall. The room they were all standing in was large, not as big as the main area of the TARDIS but close. It had the same, strange lighting that Ianto found quite relaxing and nice, the subtle changes in the orange/yellow glow normally made him relaxed but he was too upset and angered to really take and notice of it.

Inwardly calling the Doctor a few colourful names that he'd picked up around the council estates in Newport and Cardiff, Ianto slid onto the bed and lay back so he was staring at the ceiling.

"What tests are you going to run Doctor?" Ianto asked, his voice carefully polite and neutral, better than the Doctor's attempted casualness. Ianto didn't really care what the tests that were going to be carried out were as long as they didn't do any damage to him.

"Well, I'm going to have a complete analysis of your body structure first. Then I'm going to test your quasimetric levels-" The Doctor began, rattling off a seemingly endless list of tests he was going to run that just made Ianto want to cringe and curl up into a ball – even Owen never did that many tests, and he seemed to have a needle-fetish!

Even so, Ianto lay patiently, listening to the Doctor's growing list and contemplated what he'd do to Jack once he'd proven he was human - which he didn't have to do because he knew he was human! If he wasn't human he never would've been able to work for Torchwood One... he would've been a laboratory experiment instead of an employee.

Eventually the Doctor stopped his rambling long enough to actually conduct the tests, each one of them involving needles that would've made even Owen scream and run for the hills – regardless of the fact that he hated the countryside -, the Doctor finally said to Ianto, with a voice colder than ice and harder than steel.

"The results will be done in about an hour. You might as well wait in your room." Then, without another word to Ianto, he strode out of the room and off towards the main control area.

Jack lingered slightly and looked as though he wanted to say something, before his eyes became colder than the Doctor's voice could ever be and he left the room also, without uttering a word. His heavy boots clomping along the corridor indicating he was following the Doctor.

Ianto sighed deeply and felt utterly dejected and rejected. He sat on the bed trying to fight the urge to fall apart and have a good, long cry about how hurt he felt. But, he was stronger than that. He believed in never showing weakness, if you show weakness you're dead. If he cried now, how was he to know whether or not Jack and that bastard-Doctor were watching him? No, he wouldn't cry. He wouldn't give them that. And besides, he had far too much pride to be seen crying like a girl... most of the time.

Taking a few deep breathes he fixed his shirt, tie and waist-coat before rising off the better and walking silently out of the room. He stopped in the corridor and looked to the left and then the right. How was he meant to get back to his room when it was inside of a machine that seemed to hate him?

Sighing tiredly he took a chance and turned right, walking down the corridor at a brisk pace with no sound made from his footfalls. At the end of the corridor was a t-junction, he stopped and debated whether or not to go left or right – he wondered if he'd be having this debate for the next few hours at every corner he came to. Deciding to take a chance and hoping that the TARDIS wouldn't be too much of an evil cow he turned left and walked along the corridor to come to... a dead end.

Turning back around swiftly he stared at... another dead end. The god-damn TARDIS had trapped him in a corridor again!

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Jack and the Doctor gathered around the main console watching the video on the screen that they were staring intently at. Jack looked at the Doctor and asked, "Did you tell her to do that?"

The Doctor frowned and replied his face and voice showing his confusion. "No. She's doing this on her own."

The video on the screen showed a trapped Ianto pacing up and down a small space of about 8ft in length. Jack noted the fact that Ianto's blue eyes were blazing with anger, annoyance and the indignity of the entire situation.

The Doctor looked at Jack and said. "Do you think he's human?"

It was a sincere question and Jack hesitated before answering. He wanted to believe that Ianto was telling him the truth, he wanted to believe that the TARDIS was wrong... he wanted. But, the TARDIS couldn't read him; the TARDIS could read any and every human, so Ianto had to be an alien.

Sighing sadly Jack looked the Doctor in the eye and replied. "I want to believe he is. I want to believe he's telling me the truth and that the TARDIS is wrong, but... has the TARDIS ever been wrong?"

Turning away from the Doctor he looked back at the screen and watched as Ianto growled, actually growled, at the walls and cursed the TARDIS in every language that he knew.

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Ianto paced up and down the small space the TARDIS had so thoughtfully given him to walk about in, feeling so angry and upset with the entire situation that he wanted to find something that could dismantle the TARDIS painfully.

"God-damn, confounded, bloody-machine. Doesn't even like me... why? Does it hate coffee? Or is it the suit? Or maybe it's because it's pissed off at me for not letting it into my head so it can scramble my rather important brain. I need my brain in working order if you don't mind." He muttered continuing to pace and glare at the walls so intensely that he could torched a bloody-forest!

Sighing he stopped pacing for a moment and took a long, deep breath to try and calm himself down. It didn't work. Spinning around so quickly that the world tipped sideways slightly Ianto marched right to one of the walls which he supposed would open out onto one of the corridors and banged on it with his fist growling. "Let me out of here you god-damn bucket of bloody-bolts or so help me I'll introduce you to Myfanwy after she's had cod and haddock for lunch!"

In response to his threats and banging the TARDIS made an interesting lurching sound and the walls suddenly started to move towards him, closing in, pressing in closer to him. 'It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic' some part of his mind thought randomly, it made him want to giggle and laugh crazily but he didn't. He stepped back and closed his eyes for a brief moment and said, so quietly that it almost impossible to hear.

"I'm sorry."

As though someone had removed a cog in a machine the walls ground to a halt the moment the words were out of his lips and began returning to their original places, the corridor suddenly opened up on both sides and Ianto suddenly found himself standing in the same long corridor he'd first got trapped in.

Sighing quietly he looked upwards, as he had no idea where to really look to talk to the TARDIS and so went with the traditional 'look-to-the-heavens' gaze, and said, his voice sincere and soft. "Thank-you."

He felt something run through the corridor, almost like a ripple of warm air before he turned away from the end of the corridor he was making and proceeded to find his way to his room, silently walking along the corridors' that were different only to Ianto's eyes.

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To Be Continued...

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